We take a small quiet road that climbs up away from the main road, luxuriating in the warm sunshine and remarking that the stone houses we pass remind us of Hebden Bridge. Apart from the palm and orange trees in the gardens, that is. We are wearing cycling shorts for the first time in a long while. The final stage of our ride is up a steep road to a clutch of houses high up on the hillside. We pause to check our map. A woman passing by asks us in English if we need help. Chantal and Jacques? Yes, keep going up. You see that house at the top? They live beyond that. Eventually we have to push the bikes as the gradient gets steeper. Just like Hebden Bridge. But for the last twenty metres it's too much. It takes two of us to push each loaded bike up to the wooden house. Finally, as Jacques tells us with a big smile later, we have reached the end of the road.
|it's a shorts day|
|the wooden house|